#45—Torch

Lucius donned his Death Eater garb and prepared himself. It had been a long time since he’d tortured muggles and he was looking forward to it. He lit a torch and passed it along to one of the other Death Eaters. He couldn’t actively participate and light the way simultaneously.

“What are Draco and I supposed to do while you’re off muggle-bashing?”

“Stay out of the way. Unless you want to join us.”

“I hate muggles as much as the next pureblood but Lucius, the Dark Lord isn’t even among us. What’s the point then?”

“Shows how much you know.”